We met by chance. So much in common, bonding over shared phobias, convinced the Holland Tunnel, with tiles crumbling, water dripping, would flood and kill us. We’ll escape the city by the George Washington Bridge, we agreed. Upper deck, naturally. When it collapses, which it will, we’ll be on top.

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Originally published in The Dribble Drabble Review, Spring 2022 Issue V